The Headstones, one of Canada's (maybe the world's) most underrated bands,
shine brightly with this, their third release. Not only have they improved
their overall sound (which is hard to believe...), but they've also matured
to the point where they are contenders for international success - with the
right exposure. The guitar is dramatic and energetic, with Trent Carr's
talents emerging more than their previous albums (Teeth & Tissue,
1995, and Picture of Health, 1993) Tim White's Bass is impeccable,
Dale Harrison on drums is relentless, and Hugh Dillon, voted one of the Top
Ten reasons Canada is cool by Flare Magazine, is fantastic once again, both
in depth of writing, and in performance, he has to be one of the finest front
men in the business.

The album is a nonstop romp through all varieties of style, all depths of
disparity. The playful negativity persists through songs like Without A
Sound - written about a woman who drowns herself, the song is deep with
symbolism and irony:
"She wore a beautiful dress, to her own death, and everyone agreed it was tasteful",
Dillon croons. With styles varying from straight on rock'n'roll, hardcore punk, and
even some bluesy dissonance on the first single Cubically Contained. This
album has something for everyone. All you need to love the Headstones are a love
of humour, a slight taste for the darker side of life, and a passion for good,
solid rock'n'roll.